"Cough... Cough."
A cough escaped my mouth as my eyes fluttered open.
My throat felt dry, as if I hadn't drunk anything for weeks.
"Arghh..."
My entire body throbbed in dull pain as I shifted to my sides, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
"Here."
As the blurriness in my eyes cleared, a hand came into view.
My gaze shifted until it landed on the beautiful girl with blue hair sitting on the chair beside me, passing a glass of water.
"Dada!!"
Willis sat on her lap, and as soon as he noticed I was awake, he tried to jump at me, but Christina held him tightly.
"...Thanks."
I mumbled, taking the glass. My voice was croaky as I poured all the water down my throat.
Passing the glass back, I looked around the place where I was.
White lights, a patient uniform with my entire body bandaged, the rhythmic beeping of a machine—it didn't take me long to conclude where I was.
